Post by hawkeye on Jul 1, 2024 2:07:17 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Stovington, Vermont, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds! She is the Rainmaker, the Ace, the Bankable Bombshell, this is...SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already loud, the FAWN Arena grew downright cacophonous in time with the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain and stepped to the center of the stage. Far from her usual megawatt confidence, Sue looked vaguely displeased, almost uncomfortable. After a moment she shook it off and mouthed 'Are you watching?' before flinging her arms wide and tossing back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it faded away, Sue offered a pumped fist to the sold-out crowd, then started down the ramp.
For this headlining bout that she couldn't help but believe belonged to someone else, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim; matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Bankable Bombshell angled from side to side to touch some of the fans reaching out in her direction. Drawing back to the middle of the aisle as she closed in on the ring, Burlingame exploded into a sprint that took her to and then into the squared circle via a slick little dive under the bottom rope. Simply kipping to boot-leather earned the veteran battler another raucous ovation, one that was still going strong when Senior Official Nick Castle stepped up to ostensibly check her boots and pads while she settled into the far corner with her eyes trained on the stage.
Having dispatched the runt of the Burlingame litter at Mayhem, Summer Swelter now afforded The Brat the perfect opportunity to bring the reach of her dominance into fine focus.
One of a select three women with three FAWN World Championship reigns, and the only one with the barest hint of stretching that number to four stood in the ring, receiving her accolades. Tonight, she’ll be put down like the other Burlingame bitch.
The face of FAWN waited impatiently for her cue.
A Richter scale rumble coursed through the arena. The ovation for the Ace shiftd to an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng. One the most dominant grapplers the organization’s ever seen in her own right, particularly considering her relatively limited age, lingered behind the curtains.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
After the flash, in the light show’s place, stood the ill-mannered, ass-kicking Cali Quake center stage. Her usual shit-eating grin was firmly in place, not only the two-time World Champ but FAWN’s One to Watch with her recent victory over Heather Crofton. With no hardware associated with that moniker, Kat consoled herself with the FAWN World title belt, the most prized possession raised with both hands by her lackey, the otherwise inept Bianca Simpson.
FAWN’s Jobber Extraordinaire turned credibly proficient stooge lead the way down the ramp and aisle. Rarely competent as a combatant, Bianca was nevertheless dressed for a fight in her simple red one-piece battle attire, in case the head honcho needed some assistance at an opportune moment.
BIANCA SIMPSON
The short, curvy Quake strode toward the squared circle in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Kat's gear (
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The once-upon-a-time beach fighter now TWO-timer strides confidently to ringside, Simpson attempting to shout down her many detractors.
As the duo reached their destination, Kat directed Bianca to hand over her gold and sent her drone to the Announcer’s table as the man provided Braddock’s introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The World Champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste reaching new heights as Braddock’s current hold on the gold seemed like it might be as long-lasting as the first.
Bianca snatched the amplifier from the man’s hand and brought it to Braddock on the apron’s edge. Simpson stretched the top and middle ropes wide for Kat to enter comfortably between.
Moving to the middle, barely acknowledging the grappler many proclaim the best ever, Braddock drew the stick to parted lips.
“Know when to keep your mouths shut!”
The FAWNatics were not in the mood and forced Braddock to shout over them.
“Please tell me this is the LAST time you’ll show me the ultimate lack of respect. Stop putting these has-beens in here with me. It’s only going to end in disappointment for you and tragedy for them.”
Kat finally turned to her challenger.
“You aren’t dealing with a little fat-ass Imp anymore. Or some bitter and brittle socialite from the Hamptons. I’m the next level!”
Braddock handed the microphone to Simpson and moved to her corner, covered from any backdoor shenanigans by Bianca.
As the flaxen-haired puppet took her spot on the outside with the stick and the cherished championship in her grasp, the bell brought what the bettors believe may be Braddock’s most difficult World Title defense ever.
Oh so eager to consign the eldest Burlingame to the dustbin of history alongside her loser sister and all the other has-been's, Kat strolled out of her corner in time with the bell and took up residence in the center of the ring, a spot she claimed with an emphatic little hop-stomp. Hands on her hips, she locked eyes with the Ace and demanded, “Get your worn-out old ass over here, Susie! I want you to enjoy this spotlight one last time before I put you down for good!”
Sue, who'd looked uncharacteristically grim from the moment she came through the curtain, actually smiled at the blonde's order. Placing an index finger to her sternum, she mouthed 'Me?', then headed for the champ. She was still several paces removed from the Quake when she shifted direction toward Nick Castle. Holding her hands out for the zebra, she said, “Go ahead and check my pads and boots, Nick.”
Castle regarded her quizzically, but did as asked. “Everything's above board here.” he said after completing the task. “Might I ask why we had to do this twice?”
Burlingame turned her attention to Braddock and winked. “Kitty there looks like she whines when she gets hit.” the challenger noted. “Wanted to make sure she knew how hard I hit without the assistance of steel chairs or dumb-shit assistants.”
Bianca chirped her indignation and might've done more if Kat hadn't snapped her fingers at the blonde to let Simpson know she had the situation well in hand. “You used to hit hard, old woman. Now? You're just reel padding for the next generation of stars. Frankly I'm surprised Bethany agreed let me climb in the ring with you after what Tremblay did at Mayhem, but I guess she wants to see you put out of your misery t—”
'Ooooooh!' from the crowd when Sue strode up and chested into the Brat, her five inch height advantage ensuring Kat had to turn her head to the side to avoid getting a faceful of Burlingame bust!
Braddock sneered, forced Sue back on her heels with a rough shove, then cocked her right arm and whipped it at the challenger's chest only for the Rainmaker to pivot away from the heavy blow. “Damn, it's worse than I thought.” Kat scoffed as she turned to follow the brunette. “You don't even have the guts to take a hit anymore!”
“Says the munchkin too lazy too actually work for it.” Burlingame countered. “You want to hit me, Kitty? You're gonna have to actually earn—”
“Fuck off.” Kat interrupted cheerily. “I'm a two-time World Champion, I've carried this place in ways you couldn't have managed, even back in your so-called 'prime'. Truth is, you don't deserve to share a ring with me, but I do so love proving I'm better than all the legends, so here's what I'm gonna do...”
The California blonde reached up with one finger and tapped the point of her chin, which she brazenly offered to Burlingame. “I'm giving you first shot. Make it the best you've got, because you're not getting an—”
“Like I'm going to waste my time swinging on that cinderblock head of yours.” Burlingame scoffed. “You wanna prove you're tuff? Give me a shot at that tummy. Lily tells me it's like kicking a garbage bag filled with pudding.”
“Losers always have great comebacks a few days later.” Kat's tone grew much colder as her smile faded. “But little sister couldn't get the job done, and neither can you.”
Sue looked disappointed. “So you're not giving me a free shot at the muffin top?”
Braddock scoffed, slapped both hands against her midsection, then stretched her arms wide. “Do your best, wash-out. Try not to break a hip in the process.”
Burlingame rolled her shoulders and settled into a martial arts stance with her right shoulder pointing at The Brat. Hands raised, she dipped her knees and—Kat surged forward in search of the brunette's leg but she wasn't the only one with duplicity on her mind as evidenced when the Bankable Bombshell leapt up and THWHUNKED the point of her knee into the blonde's chin!
Braddock's head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the Quake shivering all over as she headed toward the safety of the rop—“NNNGGGGGHH!” Sue lunged after her, laced both hands behind the wrestler's head and pulled her forward even as she delivered a Broadside Kneelift that THWUMPED against Kat's navel! Two more put her butt in the ropes, Braddock hooking one arm over the top strand while angling the other over her midsection to protect against further incursions.
“Get her off!” Kat shouted at Nick Castle. “Back this hag the fuck off, I'm in the ropes goddamn—”
Kat went dead silent even as the crowd exploded because Sue leaned forward and planted a teasing kiss on the champ's forehead!
“You're never gonna out-sass me, short stuff.” Burlingame purred as she backpedaled toward the center. “So maybe find a new tactic before you wind up a two-time former World Champion.”
The brunette raised her hands to beckon Kat forward but she needn't have bothered as the Brat launched herself off the strands like a sixty-two inch missile! No dodging out of the way this time around, Burlingame just set her feet and soaked up two or three heavy Forearm Smashes to the chest before she returned the favor with similar blasts to the younger wrestler's chin. The answering resistance didn't slow Braddock in the slightest, if anything she put a little more 'oomph' behind her own shots before swatting aside Burlingame's encroaching forearm! She immediately followed with a tart little SLAP across the veteran's cheek, then earned her own salacious cheers by sinking those dangerous talons into Sue's breasts!
“Little sister couldn't take it either!” Braddock chided as her white-knuckle squeezing made Burlingame squeal and stamp her feet. “I can't imagine how the two of you made it as far as you did with such tender tittieSEERRRGGHH!”
The Ace skewered Kat's belly with the point of one knee to loosen the blonde's grip to the point of irrelevance. Catching hold of Kat's left wrist as soon as she swatted both claws aside, Burlingame took a giant step back, then dropped her hips and slung the Californian into the ro—THWHACK!
In no mood to go anywhere under the heiress' direction, Braddock balled her right hand into a fist and caromed it off Burlingame's chin to put a stop to the Irish Whip. Sue wobbled in place but didn't take a knee so Kat snagged a Wristlock of her own and hurled the taller woman at the ropes in her stead. The brisk run cleared Sue's head enough for her to turn around before she hit the strands, though she was still looking pretty woozy when she came back within range of the World Champ. This proved most unpleasant as Kat went low and hooked her arms around Burlingame's upper thighs before shooting up on tiptoe in a show of strength that earned grudging applause from those assembled. Only lasted a moment though as the Quake snapped forward and down, Braddock landing on her knees while Burlingame was THWHAMMED down full length courtesy the Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=alyAPTkG7u8
The impact splattered Susan into a vulnerable starfish but Kat didn't even think about a cover. Instead she reared back on her haunches, grabbed hold of Sue's waistband in her left hand and pwak-pwak-pwaaaked half a dozen straight right hands into the older woman's belly! The punches soon gave way to Overhand Forearm Smashes which in turn gave way to a malicious Belly Claw, the Beach Kat careful to jab her thumb into Burlingame's navel to ensure the most painful grip possible.
“Ask her!” Kat snapped at Castle after she'd added her other hand to the ab-ominable treatment. “I can feel the quit oozing out already, this old lady can't hanGGGRRRRHHHH!”
Sue reached up and grabbed her attacker's wrists, not to ease the clawing but to ensure Braddock's arms were tight against her sides when the challenger brought both legs up and clamped them around the blonde's biceps! Ankles locked, Sue maintained her grip on Kat's wrists as she leaned back and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze as hard as she could.
Braddock grimaced and shook her head 'no' to make sure Castle didn't get any dumb ideas. Having her arms trapped sucked something fierce, but their presence ensured the hag couldn't attack her ribs directly. Still, the strain on her biceps and elbows made it much harder to keep working the heiress' tummy which was why she relinquished the claw and grabbed hold of Burlingame's waistband ins—“Faaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Kat cried out in boozy displeasure when Sue put even more stress on her pinned arms.
“Only warning, Kitty.” Sue growled. “Pull on my bottoms even once and you're not going to like OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Braddock's arms might've been trapped but her head was still a dangerous weapon, one she THUMPED into the pit of the taller wrestler's stomach! Managing to wriggle her arms free of the Scissors after two more Headbutts, Kat SLAPPED her attacker's thighs, then crooked 'em into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked Sue from hip to knee at least half a dozen times! Then it was right back to the Breast Claw, Braddock SMECKING both mitts down on the vulnerable cleavage hard enough to make Burlingame hiss with pain.
“You don't threaten me, got that, bitch?” she sneered. “You're only here because I WANTED you here! The instant I decide I'm bored of your old ass, you're out and riding to the back on a stretchHHHRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Aware that the ref was being pretty relaxed with his counts, at least thus far, Sue squeezed the Bodyscissors harder than ever, then crunched up into a seat and hooked her right arm over the back of Kat's neck. Hands knotted in a S-Grip, Burlingame bounced in her seat and cranked back on the Guillotine Choke as the Brat started to squirm. “Keep talking like that and the only thing I'm riding out of here is your nose, Kitty.”
Braddock gurgled in reply, the blonde’s movements becoming ragged within Burlingame’s grasp. Realizing escape was currently more important than winning an argument and far from able to wriggle or pry her way free, the champ knee-walked forward, able to stack the woman trying to become FAWN’s first four-time champ on her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Sue released her grip to ensure a shoulder rolled off the canvas. She unlocked her Scissors as well, scrambling to her feet under the watchful eye of Castle. Nick didn't bother heralding what everyone in the house knew would not reach ‘THREE’, save perhaps Bianca, who made a fanciful claim her boss had been cheated.
With her foe breathlessly rising a tick behind the challenger, Burlingame tested The Brat’s tummy with a delving Toe Kick, doubling Braddock with a bursting exhalation. With the fireplug blonde bent at the waist and offering an inviting target, The Rainmaker raised her right leg to a vertical set of splits, proving the long-time vet as limber as ever, and swung the limb down like a beautiful scythe.
The cleaving heel THUMPED across the back of Braddock’s skull, sending Kat to the deck, Simpson grimacing in sympathy for her glorious leader.
AXE KICK @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP_t5-RqTn0
As the dazed World Champ cradled the back of her braincase, yet forcing herself up despite the potentially concussive blow, the tawny-skinned Burlingame tugged the blonde’s lowered head into a Front Facelock. Throwing a limp arm of Braddock’s over a shoulder and grabbing a handful of blue spandex on the Cali Quake’s hip, Sue ripped Kat off her feet, buggywhipping The Brat to a crash landing on her spine courtesy a warp speed Snap Suplex.
Not done teaching the face of FAWN a lesson, Burlingame kept her grip tight, rolling both women to their feet and repeating the process, Kat arching further as the accumulation of pain was etched on her face. But still the challenger’s not done, bringing Braddock for a third. Kat grapevined an abbreviated stem around Sue’s longer, slender lower limb, halting the would-be triple play. However, it’s only momentary as Sue thwunked a kidney punch into the blonde’s side, softening her and opening the path for the brunette to finish off her set.
A yelping Kat reached for her lower vertebrae once more, lids clenched from the abuse.
“Bitch!” Braddock grunted from her seated and curled position. “You’re not making this match close enough to get another extension.”
A risen Sue landed a perfectly-placed Soccer Kick to the sore spot, sending Kat rolling away, cursing to herself as she grasped for the base of her backbone.
“Oh, the match isn’t going to be close,” Sue replied. “You’re in the ring with the best of a generation that made this house, not the knockoff Imp who remodeled a bathroom.”
Grabbing the bottom rope with both hands, the Beach Kat slid out to the floor, staggering her way to an embrace from her fellow blonde, Bianca assuring her superior she’s a hundred times better. Kat pushes off her flunky’s hug.
“Get my belt, ya dope. I’ve had enough of this farce. I’m outta here.”
As Simpson was sent on her knight’s errand, moving around the ring to the Timekeeper’s table, the Rainmaker cut Bianca off at the pass, leaping out in front of the blonde when she's a few steps from the grand prize.
A quizzical Bianca turned to Braddock, outside the far side of the ring.
“GET IT I SAID!” the Quake shouted.
Simpson returned her attention to the belt just beyond Burlingame.
“I know you don’t have an ounce of self-respect, Bianca,” Sue said. “But I hope you have some self-preservation.”
The former World Champion was apparently mistaken as a sneering Bianca threw a forearm toward Burlingame’s jaw that’s deftly blocked by the lithe challenger. Sue returned fire, BLASTING Bianca, one, two, THREE TIMES, the final dropping Simpson like a bag of wet cement.
With Castle looking on, long since delaying his count so he could have the people leave with a decisive winner, Sue snatched the belt and rolled into the ring with tonight’s reward. She laid it at her feet as she ascended, standing tall.
“You aren’t leaving with it unless you fight for it!”
Braddock snorted in reply.
“I’ll have Bethany’s bums deliver it to my dressing room. Later bitch.”
The Brat turned and headed for the exit, certain Sue will consider herself lucky to leave town with a tainted win instead of the humiliating loss she’d receive otherwise.
With history within her reach, but disappearing up the aisle, Burlingame raced to the ropes, slid under and caught Kat from behind a few steps on the ramp. Snatching the Quake’s flaxen locks, she spun a startled Braddock toward the ring and ran the champ to the squared circle, throwing her back in.
As the Rainmaker rolled in after, Kat’s plucked the belt off the deck and raced to the far ropes. She rebounded brandishing her title on a shoulder, planning to plow it into the skull of the rising brunette.
Nimbly throwing herself to the deck, Sue sent Kat there with a Drop Toe Hold, Braddock crashing to her chin, the hardware sent flying out to the floor near a recovering Simpson.
Rubbing the tip of her aching jaw, The Brat struggled to her feet and turned to Burlingame with a wild haymaker Sue easily ducked. The tawny brunette scooped an arm between Kat’s stems and ‘hupped’ Braddock into a Fireman’s Carry. The California native only had a split-second to squirm before Sue tossed her cargo off one shoulder, maintaining a Three Quarters Facelock as she dropped to one knee and extinguished Kat’s reign of terror with her Ace of Spades!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQKcen7lsZA
Braddock absently flopped to her back and Sue dove across the champ, hooked the blonde’s far leg, and rolled to a Back Press pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
A shoulder was raised by The Brat, denying the expectant crowd. Only Bianca celebrated, the gold clutched tight to her Baywatchy bosom. Simpson shook her head, as if there was no doubt her boss would survive.
The Ace, with plenty more cards in her deck, shook off the proximity of an unassailable record fourth World reign, pushing quickly to her feet and laying the wood to Kat’s Achilles’ belly with a series of stomps to Braddock’s mottled abdomen. The faltering Kat collapsed into a protective shell after a half-dozen, Sue relenting long enough to pump a fist to the roaring crowd.
The Rainmaker peeled Braddock out of her ball and surrounded her noggin with a Three Quarters Facelock. Turning to the nearest corner, Sue showcased her agility, walking up the strands, presumably to shove off the top and deliver a tasty Sliced Bread to the seemingly overmatched Kat.
But before Susan could follow through, Braddock threw her challenger off, Burlingame landing astride the cable tying the top buckle to the ring post. The shot to her crotch pulsating pain through her lithe frame, Sue’s quickly manipulated into a dangerous Tree of Woe by Kat, hanging upside down against the buckles, hands reaching up to bury between her elevated thighs.
Half-sprinting, half-staggering to the opposite corner, The Brat turned and gave her noggin a rattle, trying to clear her head and regain her bearings. Not daring to give Burlingame enough time to free herself, the Cali Quake rumbled back toward her target, leaping into a Dropkick to Sue’s vulnerable and throbbing kitty.
The silver lining to the very dark cloud of the agonizing impact, the Rainmaker was knocked free from her Tree. The brunette tumbled to the deck, imploding into a tight turtle, hands buried as she collapsed in on herself. Sue groaned as a sweat-soaked but satisfied Kat used the ropes to pull to her feet and wearily raised her arms high and wide to the great displeasure of the FAWNatics.
The resultant boos proved both immediate and emphatic, which was just fine with Braddock. What was not fine with the champ was just how quickly they transformed into the sound of the challenger's name, her delicious vitriol robbed of its power by nothing more than 'SUE! SUE! SUE!'
Fuming at the disrespect, Kat knotted her hands into fists and popped her index fingers high before turning in a circle to make sure everyone knew they'd made her shit list. Some jeers made their way back in, but not nearly enough to drown out that irrelevant name. “Oh, so you want to cheer for this washed-up sack of shit?” Braddock snorted as she stomped over to the crumpled veteran. “Let's see how long you can keep it up once I really start beating her ass!”
Plunging both hands into the brunette's battle-damp locks, Kat hauled Burlingame to vertical, then doubled her over with a Kneelift so she could secure a Front Facelock. With her right forearm digging into the taller woman's throat, Braddock spun around to face the hard camera and blew it a kiss before pumping another Kneelift into her opponent's belly. She followed with a quick Overhand Forearm Smash to the lower back, then completed the set with a hard, openhanded SLAP to the Ace's vulnerable glutes. Of course one wasn't nearly enough for an overrated piece of trash like Sue Burlingame, so Braddock delivered a second set with a little more 'oomph' to ensure the hag was already breathing hard by the time the next ass slap came 'round.
And on it went for probably twenty seconds, Kat just pounding away with that Kneelift, Forearm Smash, Ass Slap trifecta until her left shoulder ached, Burlingame's cheeks were a bright, embarrassed pink and the idiot crowd had descended into hateful boos once more.
Releasing the Facelock after a final possessive squeeze of her foe's cheeks, Kat straightened Sue up, spun her around and earned a loud yelp by raaaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the heiress' back! Burlingame shot up on tiptoe and stumbled forward only for Kat to snatch a handful of waistband and yank her in for a Headbutt that THUMPED between her shoulders! Burlingame's legs trembled after the heavy shot, but she didn't actually leave her feet until Braddock slipped her head beneath Sue's left arm and wrapped her right arm around the challenger's midsection. From there she braced a hand against that slap-warmed tush and muscled Burlingame onto her shoulder so that the soles of the brunette's boots were pointed at the rafters and her ass was on display for the worldwide viewing audience. But it was over as soon as it started, Kat swinging her burden back the way she'd came while going down on one knee to THWUMP Sue's buns with an awful Atomic Drop!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3fBN-IWTN8
The impact put her up on tiptoe, both hands pressed to her aching cheeks as she tried to walk it off. Braddock let her get away unharmed, or perhaps it was more accurate to say she gave the veteran a few steps worth of head start before she rushed by on the left to hit the ropes directly in front of her stumbling rival. The 'twang' of Kat coming off the strands forced Sue to open her eyes, alas this only ensured a momentary glimpse of the blonde coming in low and fast, Braddock exploding off her back foot to drive a shoulder into the Ace's midsection with murderous force!
The Spear folded Burlingame in half and PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders like she'd just been hit by a particularly stiff Powerbomb. It also ensured that Sue's ankles were somewhere by her ears and the World Champ took advantage of the impromptu Matchbook by stretching out across those upturned haunches. Elbows on the mat, Braddock put her chin in her hands and batted her eyes for the camera while Nick Castle swooped in to count a particularly Bratty...
ONE...
TWO...
Burlingame bucked her hips and twisted to one side, spilling Kat from her mount with a full second to spare!
“C'mon, Castle!” Bianca complained to the official. “That was a count of five if I've ever seen one!”
“It's fine, Bianca.” Kat was all smiles as she 'helped' Sue to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “Nick just wants to make sure these idiots get their money's worth tonight, isn't that right? After all, they're not going to see much of this bitch after I'm finished with her.”
Castle offered no response on this topic, not that Braddock cared one way or another. Twisting her hair-hold into a rough ponytail, she swung around in front of the brunette and dropped to one knee to flip Burlingame over onto her wounded backside with a picture-perfect Hairmare. Nick cleared his throat like he was going to complain about the tugging and tearing but Kat shut him down by getting to her feet with both hands raised to shoulder level. Still smiling, she stepped forward and briskly wiped her palms on the front of his shirt. “Don't even think about selling that online without giving me a cut.” she admonished the irritated zebra.
No response from Castle so headed to the ropes for the second time in as many minutes. Sue's slumped seat protected against another Spear, unfortunately the Brat's arsenal was full of dangerous weapons perfect for any occasion as the former World Champ discovered when Braddock sprang up and stretched out full length to THWHAM down across Burlingame's chest! Smashed flat by the Beachy Crossbody, Sue's legs shot into the air and were summarily collected by the domineering blonde who kept them safe while Castle counted...
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
ONE...
TWO...
The Rainmaker kicked out again and this time Kat didn't look nearly so friendly when she spun to one knee. “Drawing this out for their amusement is one thing, dork.” she warned. “But wasting my time is quite another.”
“Then maybe you should focus on winning the match instead of wasting your breath. And my time.” Castle answered blandly.
The Quake didn't much appreciate the official's tone and she took it out on Susan's hair with a particularly malicious round of yanking that got the brunette back on her feet. Patently ignoring the ref's warning about the rough treatment, Kat shifted over to a Wristlock, then took a giant step back and dropped a hip to hurl Burlingame across the squared circle via an Irish Whip. Woozy though she was, the brisk jaunt seemed to clear Sue's head, at least to the point that she was able to swing around and soak up the worst of the impact with her back. Still, this recovery fell into the category of 'minor consolation' as it was only a matter of heartbeats before Kat rushed in and left her feet to THAWHUMP her prey against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJbJxgqg_jQ
Setting her feet on the bottom strand after the moment of impact, Braddock made sure to drape Burlingame's arms over the top rope before she snaked her arms around the challenger's head. Left hand cupping her right elbow, Kat grabbed a handful of Sue's hair and purred, “Take a look at the future, bitch.” Then she pulled her in and squeezed tight, the Brat just crushing Sue's features against the fulsome furnace of her cleavage!
Sue squealed and stamped her feet, the trapped heiress fighting to turn her face away from the debilitating smother with no notable success.
“You're finished!” Braddock giggled as those breathy shrieks reverberated off her curves. “I'm gonna play with you like... well, like a Kat plays with a mouse!”
“Break the hold, Kat. She's in the ropes.” Castle spoiled all the fun when he strode up to put an end to the mugging.
Kat only snorted and shook her head 'no'. “Not until I get my count, dork.”
The Senior Official obliged her and though the count wasn't anything you'd call fast, Braddock still shot him a dirty look when she hopped down. “Fine, fine, I won't smother her anymore... for now.” the blonde said with a smirk.
A couple steps back convinced Nick of the clean break so of course Kat lunged forward and filled her hands with the taller woman's bounty, Braddock getting back to her beachy, bratty roots by gouging her talons into Sue's breasts and twisting her wrists this way and that! No grace period for this second assault, Nick waded right back into the breach to bark off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kat hopped down and went straight to the ref to jab an index finger into his chest. “What do you think you're doing with that cheap shit? I gave her the clean break, it's not my fault she couldn't get her old ass out of the corner!”
Nick didn't give an inch of ground. He'd worked enough of Braddock's matches to know how quickly Bianca could take advantage of a distraction. Instead he said, “Then maybe you should help her get it out? Maybe you can do it as quickly as you stomp up the ramp when things aren't going your way.”
Kat regarded him with narrowed eyes before she stomped over to the challenger and grabbed a handful of ha—the Brat mounted the second strand and yanked Sue's head back at an awkward angle! “That idiot won't let me smother your face, so I'm going to bust it up instead. Would you like that, bitch?” Sue was trying to muster an answer when the Quake balled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a punch into the brunette's forehead! Two more followed in rapid succession which meant the FAWNatics couldn't prevent themselves from tolling off everything that came after.
'FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...'
Kat paused long enough to plant a smooch on her knuckles. Thus blessed, her lined up her shot and—“OOOFFFFHHH!”
It cost her a hank of hair to do so, but it didn't stop Sue from whipping her head into the pit of the champ's stomach! With Braddock suddenly unsteady on her perch, the Rainmaker pulled her arms off the top rope and slipped them through the blonde's thighs so she could wrap 'em around the younger wrestler's waist. Hands locked, she trudged out to center ring with an increasingly concerned Kat Braddock astride her shoulders. Understandably eager to escape the Ace's grasp, Kat drilled a flurry of short little Hammer Punches into the brunette's fore—Sue went up on tiptoe and slung the Brat forward and down, Kat THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
The Powerbomb from left field was bad enough, yet somehow Braddock's situation got worse when Burlingame grabbed hold of those upturned ankles and sidled forward, the Bankable Bombshell settling into a snug seat atop the back of Kat's thighs in a Gator Clutch nearly identical to the one Casey Newsome had used to end the Kitty's first reign...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat kicked loose and flopped to one side while Burlingame finished up on her hands and knees, both warriors clearly reduced by their recent efforts.
Sensing a potentially fatal change in momentum for her glorious leader, and with FAWN’s top prize in her possession, Bianca hopped to the apron brandishing the title/weapon.
Pushing to her feet only a few steps within the war zone and from Simpson, Burlingame remained blissfully unaware of the shenanigans behind. Thankfully for Sue’s myriad of supporters, the eagle-eyed Castle was not. The official raced between, grabbing hold of the hardware just as FAWN’s foremost failure hopped to the bottom rope to extend her reach.
Nick ripped the title from the flustered Simpson’s hands after a brief tug of war, the Rainmaker watching on in disbelief. As Castle spirited the belt safely away, calling for an attendant to meet him at the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table, Burlingame’s dark eyes grew wider still. Susan stared beyond Kat’s flunky as Bianca demanded Braddock’s belt be returned to her while still on the apron. Just as Sue hadn't seen her, Bianca remained oblivious to the woman that'd materialized seemingly from nowhere.
There loomed the woman who’d been the final victor in a raging war for the ages AGAINST HER, leaving Sue bloody and beaten. The devastating result was likely the reason she received the championship match from the softly stirring Kat, Braddock surely figuring on Susan’s sad state after Mayhem for an easy win at Swelter.
With history knocking, Sue couldn’t consider the circumstances of the offer, she simply grabbed it.
And in this moment, Burlingame would take all comers to reach her fourth reign... even Penny Tremblay.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
The challenger charged the distracted and beautiful but bungling Bianca, sending the champ’s puppet flying to the floor with a Shoulderblock to the sternum.
To Simpson’s credit, she landed on her feet, albeit next to a solemn Penny. With her eyes boring a hole more in the Rainmaker than the lapdog next to her, Penelope blasted the Baywatch-attired Bianca in the back of the head with a Forearm Smash, then scooped her off her feet, Tremblay lifting her burden high overhead. And with a frightening swiftness and precision, delivers a backbone-bending Spine Tremblar, the Orphan of Midnight dropping to her back in a tight ball to STAB the descending Simpson with her kneecaps.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Bianca bounced away from the brutal impact even as Sue winced at the sight, remembering the feeling very well. With Simpson left in an agonizing arch, her vertebrae bruised if not broken, Burlingame looked on, transfixed by another woman suffering the same fate so up close and personal.
A rising Penny cast a savage and sour look toward the mystified challenger, Burlingame quickly realizing this wasn't help, but a message of a different nature to a different recipient.
Drawing the ragged Simpson to her feet, keeping the head of the stooge dipped, well-placed for easy insertion between her thighs, Tremblay wrapped her arms around Bianca’s taut abs, Penny flipped the woeful weak link across her right shoulder.
Once there, it’s an easy shift of the shattered Simpson into a crucifix position, Penny lifting Kat’s lackey heavenward. Surging to the nearby ring post, Tremblay flung the juicy jobber off like a sad sack of shyt, the back of the blonde’s head and her shoulders CRASHING into the unforgiving steel.
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
The crowd’s groan breaks through their confusion with the awful collision, an unconscious Bianca puddling into a heap of limbs, torso, and red spandex.
Within, Sue stood mesmerized by the fighter that subdued her only a month ago, now opening a wider path to her greatest glory.
A seemingly satisfied Penny paid Burlingame no mind, save to motion in Kat’s direction, the flaxen-haired fireplug shaking off the remnants of the Rainmaker’s Powerbomb, Braddock stumbling toward Sue with a Double Axhandle raised high overhead. The arms of the Cali Quake dropped and separated when a spinning Susan genuflected and threw a forearm into the plush, tanned midriff of the former beach fighter.
Doubled at the waist, bug-eyed and groaning, Braddock could manage little in the way of defense when the heiress wrapped a backhand grip around Kat’s throat and drew the titleholder into a Dragon Sleeper position.
Dipping to a crouch to pull every bit of strength she could muster, Sue ‘hupped’ the curvy short stack off the canvas, halting Kat’s frame when it was heels-over-head vertical. With the face of FAWN perfectly positioned, Burlingame lays out, THUMPING the back of Braddock’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her TrustfunDDT.
TrustfunDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gi_HSUmkck
With the crowd going apeshyt, the Rainmaker dove across Kat’s flaccid form while simultaneously observing Penelope walking up the ramp, her task for the day done.
Susan hooked her foe’s far leg and rolled the blasted blonde into a lifeless cradle for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Brat spasms free, throwing a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her chest, plaintive eyes pointing toward her corner, but finding no help from Bianca forthcoming or even available, the pawn to her queen missing in action. Kat worriedly slapped the mat in frustration, her security blanket, as meager as it was, ripped from her.
Rising to all fours, Braddock weakly crawls to make space from a risen Burlingame, reaching the ropes and using them to wearily pull to her feet. Behind her, Sue’s pivoted and poised, tapping her right boot sole to load up the biggest Super Kick of her career.
Kat turned for her just desserts and the thrusting shoe leather shot toward her chin, but with one hand still on the cables, Braddock’s Kat-like reflexes allowed the champ to pull her way out of the path. The Brat clumsily tumbled between the strands, caromed off the apron, and pooled on the thinly-padded cement floor, Braddock looking a weathered shambles, but much more conscious then she would have likely been without the ungainly spill.
Glancing down the length of the ring, the World Champion saw her comatose partner in crime if not the ring. The Brat huffed in frustration.
“MoronAHHHH!”
Sue, having slipped through the cables, dropped to the floor, sank a set of nails into Kat’s scalp, tugging the wincing and whining Kat up by her golden locks.
“HAIR!” the champ howled.
“Are you bringing her back in the ring?” Castle asked the challenger.
“That was the plan.”
“I’ll allow it.”
Burlingame couldn't help but grin at the magnanimity, or at least she did until Braddock blindly threw an elbow that clattered into the Rainmaker’s perfect pearlies.
Susan’s head snapped from the contact, Burlingame mumbling as she stumbled away a few steps.
With opportunity knocking and Braddock all too happy to bust down the door, Kat surged by her adversary to Sue’s right, grabbing Burlingame’s noggin with her left arm as she rushed alongside.
Drawing the captured challenger with her as she raced down the apron’s edge, Kat leapt to a painful seat on the bottom stair of the steel steps. But it’s a far more tender landing than the forehead of a bulldogged Burlingame, Sue’s braincase CRASHING into the middle step with a sickening THWACK!
Having provided the title match significant leeway on his count, Castle made sure a grimacing Kat heard his ‘EIGHT’. She scraped a semiconscious, kneeling Burlingame to rubbery legs and stuffed her foe back in the ring. The champ dove in after, finally having wrested control after a long stretch at Sue’s beck and call.
Bulldozing her brain-addled adversary forward until she was well clear of the ropes, Braddock splashed down on Sue's chest, then hooked both legs in a tight bundle with a Back Press that pointed Burlingame's buns to the rafters the count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue flopped onto her side with a heartbeat to spare, her escape ensuring that the FAWNatics went nuts right alongside Kat, albeit for very different reasons. While the former left their feet and bellowed in delight over the challenger's resilience, Braddock shrieked in bratty rage, the blonde scrambling to her feet to get all up in Nick Castle's business. “That was three, you incompetent asshole! It's not bad enough that you've been playing favorites all night. Not bad enough that you didn't disqualify that piece of shit for assaulting my valet, now you've gotta count like an arthritic old douchebag when Susie here is clearly dead to the wor—”
“Sue didn't lay a finger on Bianca.” Nick broke in. “And if you turned all this anger on Sue, the match would probably be over already. Just something to think about, champ.”
Braddock snorted in disgust, turned to Burlingame (who'd barely made it to all fours) and delivered a hard stomp to the center of the brunette's back. Then she glanced to the last spot she'd seen Bianca and huffed. Assuming Castle wasn't lying, she simply couldn't fathom how that moron might've knocked herself out when Burlingame was otherwise occupied. Kat shook her head, stepped over the prone veteran and dropped into a heavy seat atop her back.
“Gave me a pretty good run, you old bitch.” Braddock sneered as she slipped hands beneath Sue's biceps, then locked them tight across the nape of her neck. “But now it's time you admitted I'm the best in the world. And I want you to do it right fucking now!” Kat pulled up and leaned back simultaneous with the last word, the cruel, curvaceous fireplug wrenching Burlingame into a tipped over 'J' courtesy a hellacious Full Nelson Clutch!
FULL NELSON CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SduUDB03YkA
“Say it!” Braddock demanded in the midst of wrenching the Ace's upper body back and forth as hard as she could. “Say it! Say it! Say it! I'm the best! I'm the goddamned World Champ, lemme hear you scream it!”
Eyes closed, jaw clenched, Sue held her tongue for as long as she could, but eventually the pain grew too large and she had to shriek to let it out. This only motivated Kat to pull harder, but Burlingame still wouldn't submit even when she was practically looking into the overhead lights.
“SCREAM!” Braddock was practically screaming herself, the blonde just pouring hatred down into the vulnerable grappler's upturned face. “I'M THE BEST! THE ICON! THE GREATE—”
“You'll never be great.” Sue hissed. “You're an insecure little girl who knows she's a punk at heart and my telling you anything else doesn't change the truNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Quake THWHUMPED Sue's head against the deck, then scrubbed it back and forth all while shrieking like a Valkyrie! Fingers still locked in that damnably strong Full Nelson, Kat got to her feet and forced Burlingame to do the same. No turning to find the hard camera now, she just dipped into a deep crouch and popped her hips to take Burlingame up, over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a beautiful Dragon Suplex! More than happy to humiliate the Rainmaker with one of her own favorite maneuvers, Braddock pushed up on tiptoe to keep Burlingame stacked high and tight through...
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIs7f-5EBMo
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue twisted her hips to break the blonde's grip and slop onto her belly with little more than a whisper between her and ignominious defeat! Kat spun to one knee and regarded Castle with undisguised malice, though it was only a moment before she turned the full force of her disdain on the stirring challenger. Plunging her talons into the heiress' sweat-soaked locks, Braddock hauled Sue to verticality and cooed, “For useless rich bitches, you and little sis can sure take a beating. Maybe that'll be some consolation when I'm humiliating both of you in my highlight reels.”
Nothing more than a mumble from Burlingame so Kat switched over to a Wristlock, then took a step back and slung her adversary across the ring with an Irish Whip. No miraculous twists, turns, or reversals from the Ace, she merely trundled into the strands and left the same way, her movements looking quite perfunctory until Kat braced both hands against her tummy and shot her into the sky. Twisting around as soon as the veteran was airborne, Kat glanced over one shoulder to make sure the timing was perf—she thrust her buns backward to THWHUMP a huge Hip Check into Sue's sternum once she returned to the mat!
POP-UP HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZYVCjpkUak
The power of it knocked Sue flat, but(t) Braddock didn't attempt a cover. Rather she used the toe of one boot to nudge the brunette's legs into a wide 'V'. Once that was done she turned her attention to the appropriate corner and tromped over to the edge where she slipped out onto the apron to climb the turnbuckles from the outside. A bit of commotion on the outside drew Kat's attention just as she was standing tall in the high rent district. Down below, Bianca was up and moving, which was to say a pair of EMT's were helping the knock-kneed blonde to verticality.
Dutifully accepting their assistance, Simpson must've felt Kat's eyes on her because she craned her head up and, seeing the champ poised, raised a weary thumbs up.
Braddock offered her a beaming smile, followed by an upraised middle finger. “Fucking idiot.” she chirped. “You could've ruined everything.”
Dismissing Bianca without another thought, Kat turned her attention to Sue and leapt out into the void, the Quake transforming herself into a heat-seeking missile intent on delivering the Big One to her hapless challen—NO!
Sue tumbled to her left to clear out of the drop zone, alas those hoping for a crash landing for the champ were sorely disappointed when the Cali blonde adjusted her trajectory to land in a smooth little forward roll that brought her back to boot-leather with little more than a tremble from the canvas. Dismayed but not really surprised to find herself once again cursing the idiocy of one Bianca Simpson, Kat swung around to find the Ace and—ducked low at the last possible second to avoid the Super Kick Burlingame fired at her chin!
Sinking into a predatory crouch the instant she cleared the strike, Braddock cooed, “Too slow, old woman.” and whipped around on her left foot just as the challenger turned around, The Brat flicking out her right leg in a glorious Skull Ki—NOT TONIGHT!
Burlingame tumbled under the knock-out blow, Kat stumbling awkwardly in the aftermath of the wiff. Furious at being denied, she whipped back to the Rainmaker with claws ready to rip and te—Sue hopped, caught the blonde in a Three Quarters Facelock and dropped to the deck to PLANT the Brat with an Ace Crusher! Keeping her right arm hooked around Kat's head on impact, Burlingame kicked her legs straight up and rolled backward into a seat on the small of Braddock's back, a shift that transformed her grip into a Dragon Sleeper. Pushing to her feet as Braddock braced both hands against the mat to relieve the pressure, Sue grabbed the champ's left arm and yanked it backward across her thigh before dropping down into a heavy seat on the blonde's butt!
ACE CRUSHER TO THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 11:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArG7KWyMZjY&t=716s
“AAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Kat shrieked to high heaven as she was bent into increasingly awkward shapes by the Root of All Evil. Down to her right arm as possible defense, she lifted it off the canvas and sank a claw into Burlingame's right bicep in hopes of breaking the hateful grip. “BITCH!” she snarled. “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR RRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sue jounced her hips and leaned back a little farther to put even more strain on the younger wrestler's neck and back. This forced Braddock to set that hand back on the mat, though damned if she wasn't able to drag their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes. “Had just about enough of your claws, Kitty.” Sue spoke to Kat, though she shook her head 'no' to Nick when the Senior Official stepped in to check on the action. “You try to use me as a scratching post one more time and I'll make you regret it.”
“Yuuuuuhhhhh.... you nasty-ass mummy fart, you think you can threaten me?” Braddock rocked from side to side, either trying to throw the brunette from her mount or to get a knee underneath. “I'm the World Champion and if I want to scratch your fucking eyes out, I'll do it whenever I please!” She acted on the threat immediately thereafter, the wrangled Beach Kat once again removing her single support so she could reach back in search of the Rainmaker's ey—“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW FUCKING BITCH! NASTY OLD BITCH, GET OFFA MY TITS!”
Sue, who'd crooked her left hand into a claw so she could latch onto the blonde's left breast, abruptly switched over to the right and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed just as hard! “Kitty's titties!” Burlingame changed targets whenever Braddock managed to get hold of her wrist. “I've got Kitty's titties, what're you going to do about it, baby?” Sue relinquished her grip only to deliver several stinging slaps to the Quake's cleavage before using her talon to raaaaaaaaaaaake the undersides of those vulnerable boobs.
It was rough work to defend again and the Dragon Sleeper only made it worse because Burlingame could just bounce in her seat to put additional torque on the blonde's neck. Eventually Kat had to set her hand against the mat which only encouraged Sue to increase the ferocity of her attack. “STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Braddock wailed, the trapped grappler now resting awkwardly on her right elbow in effort to relieve some pressure while still providing some meager defense. “GUH...GET YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS OFFA MY OOOOHHH BITCH!”
The Ace grabbed hold of Kat's top and pulled up, spilling the champ's Quakes into view for the appreciation of the FAWNatics! As if things couldn't get worse, the Bankable Bombshell narrowed her focus, the veteran brazenly twissssssssssssssting the younger woman's nipples as she cranked back on the agonizing hold.
“Tap out if you want 'em back!” Sue demanded. “Tap out or I'll take these along with your title!”
“Nuuuuhhh.... no! NO!” Braddock no longer had the energy to wriggle from side to side, so she kicked her feet like a cranky toddler. “I don't tap, I'm the World ChamOOOOWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD BIIIIIIIIIITCH!”
Sue stopped tweasing and started dragging, the brunette setting her torturin' hand flat on Kat's tummy so she could scraaaaaaaaaaaaaatch the blonde from navel to sternum. She repeated the tactic at least half a dozen times, then went back to Braddock's nipples before resuming the belly rak—“SUBMIT!” Kat bawled as her left hand fluttered at Sue's thigh and her right began swatting the deck. “SUBMIT! SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, JUST LEMME GOOO—”
Burlingame released her hooks and toppled onto the mat beside her devastated opponent. Hands over her face before the bell even CLANGED, the veteran couldn't hold back tears as the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission... and the first ever FOUR TIME FAWN World Champion... SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Wiping her face clear as the accomplishment sank in, Sue rolled to one knee, stood up and almost collapsed when Nick strode over with the big belt in hand. “Would you mind?” she swatted her waist. “I don't think I can manage it at the moment.”
“Sure thing, champ.” The ref stepped 'round behind so Sue raised her arms high overhead.
A moment later came the touch of leather and gold, a sensation she'd honestly thought she'd already experienced for the last time. Eyes closed in a futile effort to get hold of her emotions, Burlingame broke into a wide smile when she heard the crowd chanting 'SUZIE FOUR-TIMES!' clap-clap-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! 'SUZIE FOUR-TIMES!' clap-clap-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Grin growing slightly naughty as she hooked her thumbs in above each hip, Sue looked from the audience to Kat and back again. “What does everyone say to a consolation prize for the FORMER World Champ?”
Already deafening in the wake of the Ace's historic victory, the very foundation of the FAWN Arena seemed to shiver when its new queen spun the belt around so to golden faceplate was snug against the small of her back. Strutting over to the smoldering blonde wreckage, Sue wedged a boot beneath Kat's tummy and shoveled her over onto her back. Then she grabbed hold of the Quake's wrists and pulled her arms high overhead, the preparation earning a soft murmur of protest from the blonde.
“Dooohh... don't! You can't do thisSSMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”
Sue dropped to her knees and sat down atop the younger wrestler's upturned features! Beaming as she welcomed her visitor with a firm clench, Burlingame went to brace her hands on Braddock's shredded belly only to catch her behind the knees when the Californian kicked both legs up in a desperate counter-Scissor attempt!
Drawing the fitfully squealing fireplug into an inescapable Reverse Matchbook, Burlingame flattened her hands into paddles and began to SWAT the loser's buns in time with the audience's clapping while alternately sweeping her undercarriage along Braddock's features in sets of one-two-three-four.
She could've taken it all the way.
No one in the locker room was going to stop her, no one in the executive suite would stop her and certainly no one on the other side of the guardrail would stop her. If Kat had been awake and protesting, still cursing and squealing despite the grinding lycra, Sue might've ground the nose right off her face. But she wasn't cursing. She'd felt Kat pass into unconsciousness barely ten seconds into the Face Sit and now she was simply making oblivious snuffling sounds against Sue's briefs. Inflicting any more at this point was well, pointless. Still... this Brat had made a point to go up top on Lily after her youngest sister had come so close to the prize now strapped around Sue's waist.
Frowning slightly, Sue shifted control of both of the blonde's legs to beneath her left arm so her right was free to do whatever it wanted. “These are for Lily, baby.” She flattened that hand into a paddle and very deliberately SPANKED Braddock's cheeks once for every World Title reign.
That done, she tossed the limbs aside and got to her feet, Sue peeling the belt from around her waist and hoisting it to the rafters for another thunderous ovation. Storming over to the nearest corner, she climbed to the second rope and swatted the faceplate once more.
“Who's the best?” she called to the crowd.
'SUE!'
“Who's the baddest?”
'SUE!'
“Who's the World goddamned Champion?”
'SUE! SUE! SUE!'
Burlingame nodded, draped it over her shoulder. “I know there are those of you who think otherwise.” she spoke to everyone in the locker room, but the Ace's words were meant for one woman in particular. “You want to prove me wrong? Step to this ring whenever you're ready and I'll show you why you never bet against the Ace.”
With that she winked and hopped down from her mount, the exhausted but jubilant victrix treating herself to a tour of the rest of the corners that was still going strong when the broadcast faded to black.
CROWN ON THE GROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGEZpSQEhls
SUE BURLINGAME:
Already loud, the FAWN Arena grew downright cacophonous in time with the discordant opening riff of 'Crown on the Ground'. The noise was still building when the eldest Burlingame brushed through the curtain and stepped to the center of the stage. Far from her usual megawatt confidence, Sue looked vaguely displeased, almost uncomfortable. After a moment she shook it off and mouthed 'Are you watching?' before flinging her arms wide and tossing back her head to call down a ‘BOOM’ of zappy blue pyro! Stock still until the last of it faded away, Sue offered a pumped fist to the sold-out crowd, then started down the ramp.
For this headlining bout that she couldn't help but believe belonged to someone else, Burlingame wore her classic dark blue two-piece with mellow golden trim; matching boots and pads at knee and elbow completed the look. Though never a hand-slapper in the vein of a Shea London or Kylie Sanders, the Bankable Bombshell angled from side to side to touch some of the fans reaching out in her direction. Drawing back to the middle of the aisle as she closed in on the ring, Burlingame exploded into a sprint that took her to and then into the squared circle via a slick little dive under the bottom rope. Simply kipping to boot-leather earned the veteran battler another raucous ovation, one that was still going strong when Senior Official Nick Castle stepped up to ostensibly check her boots and pads while she settled into the far corner with her eyes trained on the stage.
Having dispatched the runt of the Burlingame litter at Mayhem, Summer Swelter now afforded The Brat the perfect opportunity to bring the reach of her dominance into fine focus.
One of a select three women with three FAWN World Championship reigns, and the only one with the barest hint of stretching that number to four stood in the ring, receiving her accolades. Tonight, she’ll be put down like the other Burlingame bitch.
The face of FAWN waited impatiently for her cue.
A Richter scale rumble coursed through the arena. The ovation for the Ace shiftd to an earthquake-sized round of boos from the sellout throng. One the most dominant grapplers the organization’s ever seen in her own right, particularly considering her relatively limited age, lingered behind the curtains.
The hatred rose to a crescendo when the speakers transition to Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’. A barrage of pyrotechnics exploded from the rafters in time with the chords, the fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light.
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ9h2m06sFQ
After the flash, in the light show’s place, stood the ill-mannered, ass-kicking Cali Quake center stage. Her usual shit-eating grin was firmly in place, not only the two-time World Champ but FAWN’s One to Watch with her recent victory over Heather Crofton. With no hardware associated with that moniker, Kat consoled herself with the FAWN World title belt, the most prized possession raised with both hands by her lackey, the otherwise inept Bianca Simpson.
FAWN’s Jobber Extraordinaire turned credibly proficient stooge lead the way down the ramp and aisle. Rarely competent as a combatant, Bianca was nevertheless dressed for a fight in her simple red one-piece battle attire, in case the head honcho needed some assistance at an opportune moment.
BIANCA SIMPSON
The short, curvy Quake strode toward the squared circle in her booty-blasting blue gear, the two-piece accentuating her curves both bottom and topside, the outfit including knee-high athletic socks, her boots traded in for sporty Chuck Taylors.
KAT BRADDOCK:
Kat's gear (
and ( ).The once-upon-a-time beach fighter now TWO-timer strides confidently to ringside, Simpson attempting to shout down her many detractors.
As the duo reached their destination, Kat directed Bianca to hand over her gold and sent her drone to the Announcer’s table as the man provided Braddock’s introduction.
“And her opponent. From Newport Beach, California. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds. The World Champion. The California Quake. KAT BRADDOCK!”
The arena echoes with enmity, the vocal and virulent distaste reaching new heights as Braddock’s current hold on the gold seemed like it might be as long-lasting as the first.
Bianca snatched the amplifier from the man’s hand and brought it to Braddock on the apron’s edge. Simpson stretched the top and middle ropes wide for Kat to enter comfortably between.
Moving to the middle, barely acknowledging the grappler many proclaim the best ever, Braddock drew the stick to parted lips.
“Know when to keep your mouths shut!”
The FAWNatics were not in the mood and forced Braddock to shout over them.
“Please tell me this is the LAST time you’ll show me the ultimate lack of respect. Stop putting these has-beens in here with me. It’s only going to end in disappointment for you and tragedy for them.”
Kat finally turned to her challenger.
“You aren’t dealing with a little fat-ass Imp anymore. Or some bitter and brittle socialite from the Hamptons. I’m the next level!”
Braddock handed the microphone to Simpson and moved to her corner, covered from any backdoor shenanigans by Bianca.
As the flaxen-haired puppet took her spot on the outside with the stick and the cherished championship in her grasp, the bell brought what the bettors believe may be Braddock’s most difficult World Title defense ever.
Oh so eager to consign the eldest Burlingame to the dustbin of history alongside her loser sister and all the other has-been's, Kat strolled out of her corner in time with the bell and took up residence in the center of the ring, a spot she claimed with an emphatic little hop-stomp. Hands on her hips, she locked eyes with the Ace and demanded, “Get your worn-out old ass over here, Susie! I want you to enjoy this spotlight one last time before I put you down for good!”
Sue, who'd looked uncharacteristically grim from the moment she came through the curtain, actually smiled at the blonde's order. Placing an index finger to her sternum, she mouthed 'Me?', then headed for the champ. She was still several paces removed from the Quake when she shifted direction toward Nick Castle. Holding her hands out for the zebra, she said, “Go ahead and check my pads and boots, Nick.”
Castle regarded her quizzically, but did as asked. “Everything's above board here.” he said after completing the task. “Might I ask why we had to do this twice?”
Burlingame turned her attention to Braddock and winked. “Kitty there looks like she whines when she gets hit.” the challenger noted. “Wanted to make sure she knew how hard I hit without the assistance of steel chairs or dumb-shit assistants.”
Bianca chirped her indignation and might've done more if Kat hadn't snapped her fingers at the blonde to let Simpson know she had the situation well in hand. “You used to hit hard, old woman. Now? You're just reel padding for the next generation of stars. Frankly I'm surprised Bethany agreed let me climb in the ring with you after what Tremblay did at Mayhem, but I guess she wants to see you put out of your misery t—”
'Ooooooh!' from the crowd when Sue strode up and chested into the Brat, her five inch height advantage ensuring Kat had to turn her head to the side to avoid getting a faceful of Burlingame bust!
Braddock sneered, forced Sue back on her heels with a rough shove, then cocked her right arm and whipped it at the challenger's chest only for the Rainmaker to pivot away from the heavy blow. “Damn, it's worse than I thought.” Kat scoffed as she turned to follow the brunette. “You don't even have the guts to take a hit anymore!”
“Says the munchkin too lazy too actually work for it.” Burlingame countered. “You want to hit me, Kitty? You're gonna have to actually earn—”
“Fuck off.” Kat interrupted cheerily. “I'm a two-time World Champion, I've carried this place in ways you couldn't have managed, even back in your so-called 'prime'. Truth is, you don't deserve to share a ring with me, but I do so love proving I'm better than all the legends, so here's what I'm gonna do...”
The California blonde reached up with one finger and tapped the point of her chin, which she brazenly offered to Burlingame. “I'm giving you first shot. Make it the best you've got, because you're not getting an—”
“Like I'm going to waste my time swinging on that cinderblock head of yours.” Burlingame scoffed. “You wanna prove you're tuff? Give me a shot at that tummy. Lily tells me it's like kicking a garbage bag filled with pudding.”
“Losers always have great comebacks a few days later.” Kat's tone grew much colder as her smile faded. “But little sister couldn't get the job done, and neither can you.”
Sue looked disappointed. “So you're not giving me a free shot at the muffin top?”
Braddock scoffed, slapped both hands against her midsection, then stretched her arms wide. “Do your best, wash-out. Try not to break a hip in the process.”
Burlingame rolled her shoulders and settled into a martial arts stance with her right shoulder pointing at The Brat. Hands raised, she dipped her knees and—Kat surged forward in search of the brunette's leg but she wasn't the only one with duplicity on her mind as evidenced when the Bankable Bombshell leapt up and THWHUNKED the point of her knee into the blonde's chin!
Braddock's head snapped back and the rest of her followed after, the Quake shivering all over as she headed toward the safety of the rop—“NNNGGGGGHH!” Sue lunged after her, laced both hands behind the wrestler's head and pulled her forward even as she delivered a Broadside Kneelift that THWUMPED against Kat's navel! Two more put her butt in the ropes, Braddock hooking one arm over the top strand while angling the other over her midsection to protect against further incursions.
“Get her off!” Kat shouted at Nick Castle. “Back this hag the fuck off, I'm in the ropes goddamn—”
Kat went dead silent even as the crowd exploded because Sue leaned forward and planted a teasing kiss on the champ's forehead!
“You're never gonna out-sass me, short stuff.” Burlingame purred as she backpedaled toward the center. “So maybe find a new tactic before you wind up a two-time former World Champion.”
The brunette raised her hands to beckon Kat forward but she needn't have bothered as the Brat launched herself off the strands like a sixty-two inch missile! No dodging out of the way this time around, Burlingame just set her feet and soaked up two or three heavy Forearm Smashes to the chest before she returned the favor with similar blasts to the younger wrestler's chin. The answering resistance didn't slow Braddock in the slightest, if anything she put a little more 'oomph' behind her own shots before swatting aside Burlingame's encroaching forearm! She immediately followed with a tart little SLAP across the veteran's cheek, then earned her own salacious cheers by sinking those dangerous talons into Sue's breasts!
“Little sister couldn't take it either!” Braddock chided as her white-knuckle squeezing made Burlingame squeal and stamp her feet. “I can't imagine how the two of you made it as far as you did with such tender tittieSEERRRGGHH!”
The Ace skewered Kat's belly with the point of one knee to loosen the blonde's grip to the point of irrelevance. Catching hold of Kat's left wrist as soon as she swatted both claws aside, Burlingame took a giant step back, then dropped her hips and slung the Californian into the ro—THWHACK!
In no mood to go anywhere under the heiress' direction, Braddock balled her right hand into a fist and caromed it off Burlingame's chin to put a stop to the Irish Whip. Sue wobbled in place but didn't take a knee so Kat snagged a Wristlock of her own and hurled the taller woman at the ropes in her stead. The brisk run cleared Sue's head enough for her to turn around before she hit the strands, though she was still looking pretty woozy when she came back within range of the World Champ. This proved most unpleasant as Kat went low and hooked her arms around Burlingame's upper thighs before shooting up on tiptoe in a show of strength that earned grudging applause from those assembled. Only lasted a moment though as the Quake snapped forward and down, Braddock landing on her knees while Burlingame was THWHAMMED down full length courtesy the Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=alyAPTkG7u8
The impact splattered Susan into a vulnerable starfish but Kat didn't even think about a cover. Instead she reared back on her haunches, grabbed hold of Sue's waistband in her left hand and pwak-pwak-pwaaaked half a dozen straight right hands into the older woman's belly! The punches soon gave way to Overhand Forearm Smashes which in turn gave way to a malicious Belly Claw, the Beach Kat careful to jab her thumb into Burlingame's navel to ensure the most painful grip possible.
“Ask her!” Kat snapped at Castle after she'd added her other hand to the ab-ominable treatment. “I can feel the quit oozing out already, this old lady can't hanGGGRRRRHHHH!”
Sue reached up and grabbed her attacker's wrists, not to ease the clawing but to ensure Braddock's arms were tight against her sides when the challenger brought both legs up and clamped them around the blonde's biceps! Ankles locked, Sue maintained her grip on Kat's wrists as she leaned back and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze as hard as she could.
Braddock grimaced and shook her head 'no' to make sure Castle didn't get any dumb ideas. Having her arms trapped sucked something fierce, but their presence ensured the hag couldn't attack her ribs directly. Still, the strain on her biceps and elbows made it much harder to keep working the heiress' tummy which was why she relinquished the claw and grabbed hold of Burlingame's waistband ins—“Faaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Kat cried out in boozy displeasure when Sue put even more stress on her pinned arms.
“Only warning, Kitty.” Sue growled. “Pull on my bottoms even once and you're not going to like OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Braddock's arms might've been trapped but her head was still a dangerous weapon, one she THUMPED into the pit of the taller wrestler's stomach! Managing to wriggle her arms free of the Scissors after two more Headbutts, Kat SLAPPED her attacker's thighs, then crooked 'em into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked Sue from hip to knee at least half a dozen times! Then it was right back to the Breast Claw, Braddock SMECKING both mitts down on the vulnerable cleavage hard enough to make Burlingame hiss with pain.
“You don't threaten me, got that, bitch?” she sneered. “You're only here because I WANTED you here! The instant I decide I'm bored of your old ass, you're out and riding to the back on a stretchHHHRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Aware that the ref was being pretty relaxed with his counts, at least thus far, Sue squeezed the Bodyscissors harder than ever, then crunched up into a seat and hooked her right arm over the back of Kat's neck. Hands knotted in a S-Grip, Burlingame bounced in her seat and cranked back on the Guillotine Choke as the Brat started to squirm. “Keep talking like that and the only thing I'm riding out of here is your nose, Kitty.”
Braddock gurgled in reply, the blonde’s movements becoming ragged within Burlingame’s grasp. Realizing escape was currently more important than winning an argument and far from able to wriggle or pry her way free, the champ knee-walked forward, able to stack the woman trying to become FAWN’s first four-time champ on her shoulders for the…
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TWO…
Sue released her grip to ensure a shoulder rolled off the canvas. She unlocked her Scissors as well, scrambling to her feet under the watchful eye of Castle. Nick didn't bother heralding what everyone in the house knew would not reach ‘THREE’, save perhaps Bianca, who made a fanciful claim her boss had been cheated.
With her foe breathlessly rising a tick behind the challenger, Burlingame tested The Brat’s tummy with a delving Toe Kick, doubling Braddock with a bursting exhalation. With the fireplug blonde bent at the waist and offering an inviting target, The Rainmaker raised her right leg to a vertical set of splits, proving the long-time vet as limber as ever, and swung the limb down like a beautiful scythe.
The cleaving heel THUMPED across the back of Braddock’s skull, sending Kat to the deck, Simpson grimacing in sympathy for her glorious leader.
AXE KICK @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP_t5-RqTn0
As the dazed World Champ cradled the back of her braincase, yet forcing herself up despite the potentially concussive blow, the tawny-skinned Burlingame tugged the blonde’s lowered head into a Front Facelock. Throwing a limp arm of Braddock’s over a shoulder and grabbing a handful of blue spandex on the Cali Quake’s hip, Sue ripped Kat off her feet, buggywhipping The Brat to a crash landing on her spine courtesy a warp speed Snap Suplex.
Not done teaching the face of FAWN a lesson, Burlingame kept her grip tight, rolling both women to their feet and repeating the process, Kat arching further as the accumulation of pain was etched on her face. But still the challenger’s not done, bringing Braddock for a third. Kat grapevined an abbreviated stem around Sue’s longer, slender lower limb, halting the would-be triple play. However, it’s only momentary as Sue thwunked a kidney punch into the blonde’s side, softening her and opening the path for the brunette to finish off her set.
A yelping Kat reached for her lower vertebrae once more, lids clenched from the abuse.
“Bitch!” Braddock grunted from her seated and curled position. “You’re not making this match close enough to get another extension.”
A risen Sue landed a perfectly-placed Soccer Kick to the sore spot, sending Kat rolling away, cursing to herself as she grasped for the base of her backbone.
“Oh, the match isn’t going to be close,” Sue replied. “You’re in the ring with the best of a generation that made this house, not the knockoff Imp who remodeled a bathroom.”
Grabbing the bottom rope with both hands, the Beach Kat slid out to the floor, staggering her way to an embrace from her fellow blonde, Bianca assuring her superior she’s a hundred times better. Kat pushes off her flunky’s hug.
“Get my belt, ya dope. I’ve had enough of this farce. I’m outta here.”
As Simpson was sent on her knight’s errand, moving around the ring to the Timekeeper’s table, the Rainmaker cut Bianca off at the pass, leaping out in front of the blonde when she's a few steps from the grand prize.
A quizzical Bianca turned to Braddock, outside the far side of the ring.
“GET IT I SAID!” the Quake shouted.
Simpson returned her attention to the belt just beyond Burlingame.
“I know you don’t have an ounce of self-respect, Bianca,” Sue said. “But I hope you have some self-preservation.”
The former World Champion was apparently mistaken as a sneering Bianca threw a forearm toward Burlingame’s jaw that’s deftly blocked by the lithe challenger. Sue returned fire, BLASTING Bianca, one, two, THREE TIMES, the final dropping Simpson like a bag of wet cement.
With Castle looking on, long since delaying his count so he could have the people leave with a decisive winner, Sue snatched the belt and rolled into the ring with tonight’s reward. She laid it at her feet as she ascended, standing tall.
“You aren’t leaving with it unless you fight for it!”
Braddock snorted in reply.
“I’ll have Bethany’s bums deliver it to my dressing room. Later bitch.”
The Brat turned and headed for the exit, certain Sue will consider herself lucky to leave town with a tainted win instead of the humiliating loss she’d receive otherwise.
With history within her reach, but disappearing up the aisle, Burlingame raced to the ropes, slid under and caught Kat from behind a few steps on the ramp. Snatching the Quake’s flaxen locks, she spun a startled Braddock toward the ring and ran the champ to the squared circle, throwing her back in.
As the Rainmaker rolled in after, Kat’s plucked the belt off the deck and raced to the far ropes. She rebounded brandishing her title on a shoulder, planning to plow it into the skull of the rising brunette.
Nimbly throwing herself to the deck, Sue sent Kat there with a Drop Toe Hold, Braddock crashing to her chin, the hardware sent flying out to the floor near a recovering Simpson.
Rubbing the tip of her aching jaw, The Brat struggled to her feet and turned to Burlingame with a wild haymaker Sue easily ducked. The tawny brunette scooped an arm between Kat’s stems and ‘hupped’ Braddock into a Fireman’s Carry. The California native only had a split-second to squirm before Sue tossed her cargo off one shoulder, maintaining a Three Quarters Facelock as she dropped to one knee and extinguished Kat’s reign of terror with her Ace of Spades!
ACE OF SPADES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQKcen7lsZA
Braddock absently flopped to her back and Sue dove across the champ, hooked the blonde’s far leg, and rolled to a Back Press pin for the…
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TWO…
A shoulder was raised by The Brat, denying the expectant crowd. Only Bianca celebrated, the gold clutched tight to her Baywatchy bosom. Simpson shook her head, as if there was no doubt her boss would survive.
The Ace, with plenty more cards in her deck, shook off the proximity of an unassailable record fourth World reign, pushing quickly to her feet and laying the wood to Kat’s Achilles’ belly with a series of stomps to Braddock’s mottled abdomen. The faltering Kat collapsed into a protective shell after a half-dozen, Sue relenting long enough to pump a fist to the roaring crowd.
The Rainmaker peeled Braddock out of her ball and surrounded her noggin with a Three Quarters Facelock. Turning to the nearest corner, Sue showcased her agility, walking up the strands, presumably to shove off the top and deliver a tasty Sliced Bread to the seemingly overmatched Kat.
But before Susan could follow through, Braddock threw her challenger off, Burlingame landing astride the cable tying the top buckle to the ring post. The shot to her crotch pulsating pain through her lithe frame, Sue’s quickly manipulated into a dangerous Tree of Woe by Kat, hanging upside down against the buckles, hands reaching up to bury between her elevated thighs.
Half-sprinting, half-staggering to the opposite corner, The Brat turned and gave her noggin a rattle, trying to clear her head and regain her bearings. Not daring to give Burlingame enough time to free herself, the Cali Quake rumbled back toward her target, leaping into a Dropkick to Sue’s vulnerable and throbbing kitty.
The silver lining to the very dark cloud of the agonizing impact, the Rainmaker was knocked free from her Tree. The brunette tumbled to the deck, imploding into a tight turtle, hands buried as she collapsed in on herself. Sue groaned as a sweat-soaked but satisfied Kat used the ropes to pull to her feet and wearily raised her arms high and wide to the great displeasure of the FAWNatics.
The resultant boos proved both immediate and emphatic, which was just fine with Braddock. What was not fine with the champ was just how quickly they transformed into the sound of the challenger's name, her delicious vitriol robbed of its power by nothing more than 'SUE! SUE! SUE!'
Fuming at the disrespect, Kat knotted her hands into fists and popped her index fingers high before turning in a circle to make sure everyone knew they'd made her shit list. Some jeers made their way back in, but not nearly enough to drown out that irrelevant name. “Oh, so you want to cheer for this washed-up sack of shit?” Braddock snorted as she stomped over to the crumpled veteran. “Let's see how long you can keep it up once I really start beating her ass!”
Plunging both hands into the brunette's battle-damp locks, Kat hauled Burlingame to vertical, then doubled her over with a Kneelift so she could secure a Front Facelock. With her right forearm digging into the taller woman's throat, Braddock spun around to face the hard camera and blew it a kiss before pumping another Kneelift into her opponent's belly. She followed with a quick Overhand Forearm Smash to the lower back, then completed the set with a hard, openhanded SLAP to the Ace's vulnerable glutes. Of course one wasn't nearly enough for an overrated piece of trash like Sue Burlingame, so Braddock delivered a second set with a little more 'oomph' to ensure the hag was already breathing hard by the time the next ass slap came 'round.
And on it went for probably twenty seconds, Kat just pounding away with that Kneelift, Forearm Smash, Ass Slap trifecta until her left shoulder ached, Burlingame's cheeks were a bright, embarrassed pink and the idiot crowd had descended into hateful boos once more.
Releasing the Facelock after a final possessive squeeze of her foe's cheeks, Kat straightened Sue up, spun her around and earned a loud yelp by raaaaaaaaaaaking her nails down the heiress' back! Burlingame shot up on tiptoe and stumbled forward only for Kat to snatch a handful of waistband and yank her in for a Headbutt that THUMPED between her shoulders! Burlingame's legs trembled after the heavy shot, but she didn't actually leave her feet until Braddock slipped her head beneath Sue's left arm and wrapped her right arm around the challenger's midsection. From there she braced a hand against that slap-warmed tush and muscled Burlingame onto her shoulder so that the soles of the brunette's boots were pointed at the rafters and her ass was on display for the worldwide viewing audience. But it was over as soon as it started, Kat swinging her burden back the way she'd came while going down on one knee to THWUMP Sue's buns with an awful Atomic Drop!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3fBN-IWTN8
The impact put her up on tiptoe, both hands pressed to her aching cheeks as she tried to walk it off. Braddock let her get away unharmed, or perhaps it was more accurate to say she gave the veteran a few steps worth of head start before she rushed by on the left to hit the ropes directly in front of her stumbling rival. The 'twang' of Kat coming off the strands forced Sue to open her eyes, alas this only ensured a momentary glimpse of the blonde coming in low and fast, Braddock exploding off her back foot to drive a shoulder into the Ace's midsection with murderous force!
The Spear folded Burlingame in half and PLANTED her on the back of her head and shoulders like she'd just been hit by a particularly stiff Powerbomb. It also ensured that Sue's ankles were somewhere by her ears and the World Champ took advantage of the impromptu Matchbook by stretching out across those upturned haunches. Elbows on the mat, Braddock put her chin in her hands and batted her eyes for the camera while Nick Castle swooped in to count a particularly Bratty...
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TWO...
Burlingame bucked her hips and twisted to one side, spilling Kat from her mount with a full second to spare!
“C'mon, Castle!” Bianca complained to the official. “That was a count of five if I've ever seen one!”
“It's fine, Bianca.” Kat was all smiles as she 'helped' Sue to boot-leather with a double handful of hair. “Nick just wants to make sure these idiots get their money's worth tonight, isn't that right? After all, they're not going to see much of this bitch after I'm finished with her.”
Castle offered no response on this topic, not that Braddock cared one way or another. Twisting her hair-hold into a rough ponytail, she swung around in front of the brunette and dropped to one knee to flip Burlingame over onto her wounded backside with a picture-perfect Hairmare. Nick cleared his throat like he was going to complain about the tugging and tearing but Kat shut him down by getting to her feet with both hands raised to shoulder level. Still smiling, she stepped forward and briskly wiped her palms on the front of his shirt. “Don't even think about selling that online without giving me a cut.” she admonished the irritated zebra.
No response from Castle so headed to the ropes for the second time in as many minutes. Sue's slumped seat protected against another Spear, unfortunately the Brat's arsenal was full of dangerous weapons perfect for any occasion as the former World Champ discovered when Braddock sprang up and stretched out full length to THWHAM down across Burlingame's chest! Smashed flat by the Beachy Crossbody, Sue's legs shot into the air and were summarily collected by the domineering blonde who kept them safe while Castle counted...
BEACHY CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHc7zfSXTI0
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TWO...
The Rainmaker kicked out again and this time Kat didn't look nearly so friendly when she spun to one knee. “Drawing this out for their amusement is one thing, dork.” she warned. “But wasting my time is quite another.”
“Then maybe you should focus on winning the match instead of wasting your breath. And my time.” Castle answered blandly.
The Quake didn't much appreciate the official's tone and she took it out on Susan's hair with a particularly malicious round of yanking that got the brunette back on her feet. Patently ignoring the ref's warning about the rough treatment, Kat shifted over to a Wristlock, then took a giant step back and dropped a hip to hurl Burlingame across the squared circle via an Irish Whip. Woozy though she was, the brisk jaunt seemed to clear Sue's head, at least to the point that she was able to swing around and soak up the worst of the impact with her back. Still, this recovery fell into the category of 'minor consolation' as it was only a matter of heartbeats before Kat rushed in and left her feet to THAWHUMP her prey against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash!
AVALANCHE SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJbJxgqg_jQ
Setting her feet on the bottom strand after the moment of impact, Braddock made sure to drape Burlingame's arms over the top rope before she snaked her arms around the challenger's head. Left hand cupping her right elbow, Kat grabbed a handful of Sue's hair and purred, “Take a look at the future, bitch.” Then she pulled her in and squeezed tight, the Brat just crushing Sue's features against the fulsome furnace of her cleavage!
Sue squealed and stamped her feet, the trapped heiress fighting to turn her face away from the debilitating smother with no notable success.
“You're finished!” Braddock giggled as those breathy shrieks reverberated off her curves. “I'm gonna play with you like... well, like a Kat plays with a mouse!”
“Break the hold, Kat. She's in the ropes.” Castle spoiled all the fun when he strode up to put an end to the mugging.
Kat only snorted and shook her head 'no'. “Not until I get my count, dork.”
The Senior Official obliged her and though the count wasn't anything you'd call fast, Braddock still shot him a dirty look when she hopped down. “Fine, fine, I won't smother her anymore... for now.” the blonde said with a smirk.
A couple steps back convinced Nick of the clean break so of course Kat lunged forward and filled her hands with the taller woman's bounty, Braddock getting back to her beachy, bratty roots by gouging her talons into Sue's breasts and twisting her wrists this way and that! No grace period for this second assault, Nick waded right back into the breach to bark off, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Kat hopped down and went straight to the ref to jab an index finger into his chest. “What do you think you're doing with that cheap shit? I gave her the clean break, it's not my fault she couldn't get her old ass out of the corner!”
Nick didn't give an inch of ground. He'd worked enough of Braddock's matches to know how quickly Bianca could take advantage of a distraction. Instead he said, “Then maybe you should help her get it out? Maybe you can do it as quickly as you stomp up the ramp when things aren't going your way.”
Kat regarded him with narrowed eyes before she stomped over to the challenger and grabbed a handful of ha—the Brat mounted the second strand and yanked Sue's head back at an awkward angle! “That idiot won't let me smother your face, so I'm going to bust it up instead. Would you like that, bitch?” Sue was trying to muster an answer when the Quake balled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED a punch into the brunette's forehead! Two more followed in rapid succession which meant the FAWNatics couldn't prevent themselves from tolling off everything that came after.
'FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...'
Kat paused long enough to plant a smooch on her knuckles. Thus blessed, her lined up her shot and—“OOOFFFFHHH!”
It cost her a hank of hair to do so, but it didn't stop Sue from whipping her head into the pit of the champ's stomach! With Braddock suddenly unsteady on her perch, the Rainmaker pulled her arms off the top rope and slipped them through the blonde's thighs so she could wrap 'em around the younger wrestler's waist. Hands locked, she trudged out to center ring with an increasingly concerned Kat Braddock astride her shoulders. Understandably eager to escape the Ace's grasp, Kat drilled a flurry of short little Hammer Punches into the brunette's fore—Sue went up on tiptoe and slung the Brat forward and down, Kat THWHAMMED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
The Powerbomb from left field was bad enough, yet somehow Braddock's situation got worse when Burlingame grabbed hold of those upturned ankles and sidled forward, the Bankable Bombshell settling into a snug seat atop the back of Kat's thighs in a Gator Clutch nearly identical to the one Casey Newsome had used to end the Kitty's first reign...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kat kicked loose and flopped to one side while Burlingame finished up on her hands and knees, both warriors clearly reduced by their recent efforts.
Sensing a potentially fatal change in momentum for her glorious leader, and with FAWN’s top prize in her possession, Bianca hopped to the apron brandishing the title/weapon.
Pushing to her feet only a few steps within the war zone and from Simpson, Burlingame remained blissfully unaware of the shenanigans behind. Thankfully for Sue’s myriad of supporters, the eagle-eyed Castle was not. The official raced between, grabbing hold of the hardware just as FAWN’s foremost failure hopped to the bottom rope to extend her reach.
Nick ripped the title from the flustered Simpson’s hands after a brief tug of war, the Rainmaker watching on in disbelief. As Castle spirited the belt safely away, calling for an attendant to meet him at the ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table, Burlingame’s dark eyes grew wider still. Susan stared beyond Kat’s flunky as Bianca demanded Braddock’s belt be returned to her while still on the apron. Just as Sue hadn't seen her, Bianca remained oblivious to the woman that'd materialized seemingly from nowhere.
There loomed the woman who’d been the final victor in a raging war for the ages AGAINST HER, leaving Sue bloody and beaten. The devastating result was likely the reason she received the championship match from the softly stirring Kat, Braddock surely figuring on Susan’s sad state after Mayhem for an easy win at Swelter.
With history knocking, Sue couldn’t consider the circumstances of the offer, she simply grabbed it.
And in this moment, Burlingame would take all comers to reach her fourth reign... even Penny Tremblay.
PENNY TREMBLAY:
The challenger charged the distracted and beautiful but bungling Bianca, sending the champ’s puppet flying to the floor with a Shoulderblock to the sternum.
To Simpson’s credit, she landed on her feet, albeit next to a solemn Penny. With her eyes boring a hole more in the Rainmaker than the lapdog next to her, Penelope blasted the Baywatch-attired Bianca in the back of the head with a Forearm Smash, then scooped her off her feet, Tremblay lifting her burden high overhead. And with a frightening swiftness and precision, delivers a backbone-bending Spine Tremblar, the Orphan of Midnight dropping to her back in a tight ball to STAB the descending Simpson with her kneecaps.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwff5hhOh-0
Bianca bounced away from the brutal impact even as Sue winced at the sight, remembering the feeling very well. With Simpson left in an agonizing arch, her vertebrae bruised if not broken, Burlingame looked on, transfixed by another woman suffering the same fate so up close and personal.
A rising Penny cast a savage and sour look toward the mystified challenger, Burlingame quickly realizing this wasn't help, but a message of a different nature to a different recipient.
Drawing the ragged Simpson to her feet, keeping the head of the stooge dipped, well-placed for easy insertion between her thighs, Tremblay wrapped her arms around Bianca’s taut abs, Penny flipped the woeful weak link across her right shoulder.
Once there, it’s an easy shift of the shattered Simpson into a crucifix position, Penny lifting Kat’s lackey heavenward. Surging to the nearby ring post, Tremblay flung the juicy jobber off like a sad sack of shyt, the back of the blonde’s head and her shoulders CRASHING into the unforgiving steel.
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS @ 1:45
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIuz4dinZ1o
The crowd’s groan breaks through their confusion with the awful collision, an unconscious Bianca puddling into a heap of limbs, torso, and red spandex.
Within, Sue stood mesmerized by the fighter that subdued her only a month ago, now opening a wider path to her greatest glory.
A seemingly satisfied Penny paid Burlingame no mind, save to motion in Kat’s direction, the flaxen-haired fireplug shaking off the remnants of the Rainmaker’s Powerbomb, Braddock stumbling toward Sue with a Double Axhandle raised high overhead. The arms of the Cali Quake dropped and separated when a spinning Susan genuflected and threw a forearm into the plush, tanned midriff of the former beach fighter.
Doubled at the waist, bug-eyed and groaning, Braddock could manage little in the way of defense when the heiress wrapped a backhand grip around Kat’s throat and drew the titleholder into a Dragon Sleeper position.
Dipping to a crouch to pull every bit of strength she could muster, Sue ‘hupped’ the curvy short stack off the canvas, halting Kat’s frame when it was heels-over-head vertical. With the face of FAWN perfectly positioned, Burlingame lays out, THUMPING the back of Braddock’s skull into the thinly-sheathed floorboards with her TrustfunDDT.
TrustfunDDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gi_HSUmkck
With the crowd going apeshyt, the Rainmaker dove across Kat’s flaccid form while simultaneously observing Penelope walking up the ramp, her task for the day done.
Susan hooked her foe’s far leg and rolled the blasted blonde into a lifeless cradle for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Brat spasms free, throwing a shoulder off the deck and rolling to her chest, plaintive eyes pointing toward her corner, but finding no help from Bianca forthcoming or even available, the pawn to her queen missing in action. Kat worriedly slapped the mat in frustration, her security blanket, as meager as it was, ripped from her.
Rising to all fours, Braddock weakly crawls to make space from a risen Burlingame, reaching the ropes and using them to wearily pull to her feet. Behind her, Sue’s pivoted and poised, tapping her right boot sole to load up the biggest Super Kick of her career.
Kat turned for her just desserts and the thrusting shoe leather shot toward her chin, but with one hand still on the cables, Braddock’s Kat-like reflexes allowed the champ to pull her way out of the path. The Brat clumsily tumbled between the strands, caromed off the apron, and pooled on the thinly-padded cement floor, Braddock looking a weathered shambles, but much more conscious then she would have likely been without the ungainly spill.
Glancing down the length of the ring, the World Champion saw her comatose partner in crime if not the ring. The Brat huffed in frustration.
“MoronAHHHH!”
Sue, having slipped through the cables, dropped to the floor, sank a set of nails into Kat’s scalp, tugging the wincing and whining Kat up by her golden locks.
“HAIR!” the champ howled.
“Are you bringing her back in the ring?” Castle asked the challenger.
“That was the plan.”
“I’ll allow it.”
Burlingame couldn't help but grin at the magnanimity, or at least she did until Braddock blindly threw an elbow that clattered into the Rainmaker’s perfect pearlies.
Susan’s head snapped from the contact, Burlingame mumbling as she stumbled away a few steps.
With opportunity knocking and Braddock all too happy to bust down the door, Kat surged by her adversary to Sue’s right, grabbing Burlingame’s noggin with her left arm as she rushed alongside.
Drawing the captured challenger with her as she raced down the apron’s edge, Kat leapt to a painful seat on the bottom stair of the steel steps. But it’s a far more tender landing than the forehead of a bulldogged Burlingame, Sue’s braincase CRASHING into the middle step with a sickening THWACK!
Having provided the title match significant leeway on his count, Castle made sure a grimacing Kat heard his ‘EIGHT’. She scraped a semiconscious, kneeling Burlingame to rubbery legs and stuffed her foe back in the ring. The champ dove in after, finally having wrested control after a long stretch at Sue’s beck and call.
Bulldozing her brain-addled adversary forward until she was well clear of the ropes, Braddock splashed down on Sue's chest, then hooked both legs in a tight bundle with a Back Press that pointed Burlingame's buns to the rafters the count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue flopped onto her side with a heartbeat to spare, her escape ensuring that the FAWNatics went nuts right alongside Kat, albeit for very different reasons. While the former left their feet and bellowed in delight over the challenger's resilience, Braddock shrieked in bratty rage, the blonde scrambling to her feet to get all up in Nick Castle's business. “That was three, you incompetent asshole! It's not bad enough that you've been playing favorites all night. Not bad enough that you didn't disqualify that piece of shit for assaulting my valet, now you've gotta count like an arthritic old douchebag when Susie here is clearly dead to the wor—”
“Sue didn't lay a finger on Bianca.” Nick broke in. “And if you turned all this anger on Sue, the match would probably be over already. Just something to think about, champ.”
Braddock snorted in disgust, turned to Burlingame (who'd barely made it to all fours) and delivered a hard stomp to the center of the brunette's back. Then she glanced to the last spot she'd seen Bianca and huffed. Assuming Castle wasn't lying, she simply couldn't fathom how that moron might've knocked herself out when Burlingame was otherwise occupied. Kat shook her head, stepped over the prone veteran and dropped into a heavy seat atop her back.
“Gave me a pretty good run, you old bitch.” Braddock sneered as she slipped hands beneath Sue's biceps, then locked them tight across the nape of her neck. “But now it's time you admitted I'm the best in the world. And I want you to do it right fucking now!” Kat pulled up and leaned back simultaneous with the last word, the cruel, curvaceous fireplug wrenching Burlingame into a tipped over 'J' courtesy a hellacious Full Nelson Clutch!
FULL NELSON CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SduUDB03YkA
“Say it!” Braddock demanded in the midst of wrenching the Ace's upper body back and forth as hard as she could. “Say it! Say it! Say it! I'm the best! I'm the goddamned World Champ, lemme hear you scream it!”
Eyes closed, jaw clenched, Sue held her tongue for as long as she could, but eventually the pain grew too large and she had to shriek to let it out. This only motivated Kat to pull harder, but Burlingame still wouldn't submit even when she was practically looking into the overhead lights.
“SCREAM!” Braddock was practically screaming herself, the blonde just pouring hatred down into the vulnerable grappler's upturned face. “I'M THE BEST! THE ICON! THE GREATE—”
“You'll never be great.” Sue hissed. “You're an insecure little girl who knows she's a punk at heart and my telling you anything else doesn't change the truNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
The Quake THWHUMPED Sue's head against the deck, then scrubbed it back and forth all while shrieking like a Valkyrie! Fingers still locked in that damnably strong Full Nelson, Kat got to her feet and forced Burlingame to do the same. No turning to find the hard camera now, she just dipped into a deep crouch and popped her hips to take Burlingame up, over and down onto the back of her head and shoulders with a beautiful Dragon Suplex! More than happy to humiliate the Rainmaker with one of her own favorite maneuvers, Braddock pushed up on tiptoe to keep Burlingame stacked high and tight through...
DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIs7f-5EBMo
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sue twisted her hips to break the blonde's grip and slop onto her belly with little more than a whisper between her and ignominious defeat! Kat spun to one knee and regarded Castle with undisguised malice, though it was only a moment before she turned the full force of her disdain on the stirring challenger. Plunging her talons into the heiress' sweat-soaked locks, Braddock hauled Sue to verticality and cooed, “For useless rich bitches, you and little sis can sure take a beating. Maybe that'll be some consolation when I'm humiliating both of you in my highlight reels.”
Nothing more than a mumble from Burlingame so Kat switched over to a Wristlock, then took a step back and slung her adversary across the ring with an Irish Whip. No miraculous twists, turns, or reversals from the Ace, she merely trundled into the strands and left the same way, her movements looking quite perfunctory until Kat braced both hands against her tummy and shot her into the sky. Twisting around as soon as the veteran was airborne, Kat glanced over one shoulder to make sure the timing was perf—she thrust her buns backward to THWHUMP a huge Hip Check into Sue's sternum once she returned to the mat!
POP-UP HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZYVCjpkUak
The power of it knocked Sue flat, but(t) Braddock didn't attempt a cover. Rather she used the toe of one boot to nudge the brunette's legs into a wide 'V'. Once that was done she turned her attention to the appropriate corner and tromped over to the edge where she slipped out onto the apron to climb the turnbuckles from the outside. A bit of commotion on the outside drew Kat's attention just as she was standing tall in the high rent district. Down below, Bianca was up and moving, which was to say a pair of EMT's were helping the knock-kneed blonde to verticality.
Dutifully accepting their assistance, Simpson must've felt Kat's eyes on her because she craned her head up and, seeing the champ poised, raised a weary thumbs up.
Braddock offered her a beaming smile, followed by an upraised middle finger. “Fucking idiot.” she chirped. “You could've ruined everything.”
Dismissing Bianca without another thought, Kat turned her attention to Sue and leapt out into the void, the Quake transforming herself into a heat-seeking missile intent on delivering the Big One to her hapless challen—NO!
Sue tumbled to her left to clear out of the drop zone, alas those hoping for a crash landing for the champ were sorely disappointed when the Cali blonde adjusted her trajectory to land in a smooth little forward roll that brought her back to boot-leather with little more than a tremble from the canvas. Dismayed but not really surprised to find herself once again cursing the idiocy of one Bianca Simpson, Kat swung around to find the Ace and—ducked low at the last possible second to avoid the Super Kick Burlingame fired at her chin!
Sinking into a predatory crouch the instant she cleared the strike, Braddock cooed, “Too slow, old woman.” and whipped around on her left foot just as the challenger turned around, The Brat flicking out her right leg in a glorious Skull Ki—NOT TONIGHT!
Burlingame tumbled under the knock-out blow, Kat stumbling awkwardly in the aftermath of the wiff. Furious at being denied, she whipped back to the Rainmaker with claws ready to rip and te—Sue hopped, caught the blonde in a Three Quarters Facelock and dropped to the deck to PLANT the Brat with an Ace Crusher! Keeping her right arm hooked around Kat's head on impact, Burlingame kicked her legs straight up and rolled backward into a seat on the small of Braddock's back, a shift that transformed her grip into a Dragon Sleeper. Pushing to her feet as Braddock braced both hands against the mat to relieve the pressure, Sue grabbed the champ's left arm and yanked it backward across her thigh before dropping down into a heavy seat on the blonde's butt!
ACE CRUSHER TO THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL @ 11:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArG7KWyMZjY&t=716s
“AAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHK!” Kat shrieked to high heaven as she was bent into increasingly awkward shapes by the Root of All Evil. Down to her right arm as possible defense, she lifted it off the canvas and sank a claw into Burlingame's right bicep in hopes of breaking the hateful grip. “BITCH!” she snarled. “I'LL TEAR YOU APART FOR RRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sue jounced her hips and leaned back a little farther to put even more strain on the younger wrestler's neck and back. This forced Braddock to set that hand back on the mat, though damned if she wasn't able to drag their combined weight a little bit closer to the ropes. “Had just about enough of your claws, Kitty.” Sue spoke to Kat, though she shook her head 'no' to Nick when the Senior Official stepped in to check on the action. “You try to use me as a scratching post one more time and I'll make you regret it.”
“Yuuuuuhhhhh.... you nasty-ass mummy fart, you think you can threaten me?” Braddock rocked from side to side, either trying to throw the brunette from her mount or to get a knee underneath. “I'm the World Champion and if I want to scratch your fucking eyes out, I'll do it whenever I please!” She acted on the threat immediately thereafter, the wrangled Beach Kat once again removing her single support so she could reach back in search of the Rainmaker's ey—“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW FUCKING BITCH! NASTY OLD BITCH, GET OFFA MY TITS!”
Sue, who'd crooked her left hand into a claw so she could latch onto the blonde's left breast, abruptly switched over to the right and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed just as hard! “Kitty's titties!” Burlingame changed targets whenever Braddock managed to get hold of her wrist. “I've got Kitty's titties, what're you going to do about it, baby?” Sue relinquished her grip only to deliver several stinging slaps to the Quake's cleavage before using her talon to raaaaaaaaaaaake the undersides of those vulnerable boobs.
It was rough work to defend again and the Dragon Sleeper only made it worse because Burlingame could just bounce in her seat to put additional torque on the blonde's neck. Eventually Kat had to set her hand against the mat which only encouraged Sue to increase the ferocity of her attack. “STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Braddock wailed, the trapped grappler now resting awkwardly on her right elbow in effort to relieve some pressure while still providing some meager defense. “GUH...GET YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS OFFA MY OOOOHHH BITCH!”
The Ace grabbed hold of Kat's top and pulled up, spilling the champ's Quakes into view for the appreciation of the FAWNatics! As if things couldn't get worse, the Bankable Bombshell narrowed her focus, the veteran brazenly twissssssssssssssting the younger woman's nipples as she cranked back on the agonizing hold.
“Tap out if you want 'em back!” Sue demanded. “Tap out or I'll take these along with your title!”
“Nuuuuhhh.... no! NO!” Braddock no longer had the energy to wriggle from side to side, so she kicked her feet like a cranky toddler. “I don't tap, I'm the World ChamOOOOWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWD BIIIIIIIIIITCH!”
Sue stopped tweasing and started dragging, the brunette setting her torturin' hand flat on Kat's tummy so she could scraaaaaaaaaaaaaatch the blonde from navel to sternum. She repeated the tactic at least half a dozen times, then went back to Braddock's nipples before resuming the belly rak—“SUBMIT!” Kat bawled as her left hand fluttered at Sue's thigh and her right began swatting the deck. “SUBMIT! SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, JUST LEMME GOOO—”
Burlingame released her hooks and toppled onto the mat beside her devastated opponent. Hands over her face before the bell even CLANGED, the veteran couldn't hold back tears as the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission... and the first ever FOUR TIME FAWN World Champion... SUSANNAH BURLINGAME!”
Wiping her face clear as the accomplishment sank in, Sue rolled to one knee, stood up and almost collapsed when Nick strode over with the big belt in hand. “Would you mind?” she swatted her waist. “I don't think I can manage it at the moment.”
“Sure thing, champ.” The ref stepped 'round behind so Sue raised her arms high overhead.
A moment later came the touch of leather and gold, a sensation she'd honestly thought she'd already experienced for the last time. Eyes closed in a futile effort to get hold of her emotions, Burlingame broke into a wide smile when she heard the crowd chanting 'SUZIE FOUR-TIMES!' clap-clap-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! 'SUZIE FOUR-TIMES!' clap-clap-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Grin growing slightly naughty as she hooked her thumbs in above each hip, Sue looked from the audience to Kat and back again. “What does everyone say to a consolation prize for the FORMER World Champ?”
Already deafening in the wake of the Ace's historic victory, the very foundation of the FAWN Arena seemed to shiver when its new queen spun the belt around so to golden faceplate was snug against the small of her back. Strutting over to the smoldering blonde wreckage, Sue wedged a boot beneath Kat's tummy and shoveled her over onto her back. Then she grabbed hold of the Quake's wrists and pulled her arms high overhead, the preparation earning a soft murmur of protest from the blonde.
“Dooohh... don't! You can't do thisSSMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!”
Sue dropped to her knees and sat down atop the younger wrestler's upturned features! Beaming as she welcomed her visitor with a firm clench, Burlingame went to brace her hands on Braddock's shredded belly only to catch her behind the knees when the Californian kicked both legs up in a desperate counter-Scissor attempt!
Drawing the fitfully squealing fireplug into an inescapable Reverse Matchbook, Burlingame flattened her hands into paddles and began to SWAT the loser's buns in time with the audience's clapping while alternately sweeping her undercarriage along Braddock's features in sets of one-two-three-four.
She could've taken it all the way.
No one in the locker room was going to stop her, no one in the executive suite would stop her and certainly no one on the other side of the guardrail would stop her. If Kat had been awake and protesting, still cursing and squealing despite the grinding lycra, Sue might've ground the nose right off her face. But she wasn't cursing. She'd felt Kat pass into unconsciousness barely ten seconds into the Face Sit and now she was simply making oblivious snuffling sounds against Sue's briefs. Inflicting any more at this point was well, pointless. Still... this Brat had made a point to go up top on Lily after her youngest sister had come so close to the prize now strapped around Sue's waist.
Frowning slightly, Sue shifted control of both of the blonde's legs to beneath her left arm so her right was free to do whatever it wanted. “These are for Lily, baby.” She flattened that hand into a paddle and very deliberately SPANKED Braddock's cheeks once for every World Title reign.
That done, she tossed the limbs aside and got to her feet, Sue peeling the belt from around her waist and hoisting it to the rafters for another thunderous ovation. Storming over to the nearest corner, she climbed to the second rope and swatted the faceplate once more.
“Who's the best?” she called to the crowd.
'SUE!'
“Who's the baddest?”
'SUE!'
“Who's the World goddamned Champion?”
'SUE! SUE! SUE!'
Burlingame nodded, draped it over her shoulder. “I know there are those of you who think otherwise.” she spoke to everyone in the locker room, but the Ace's words were meant for one woman in particular. “You want to prove me wrong? Step to this ring whenever you're ready and I'll show you why you never bet against the Ace.”
With that she winked and hopped down from her mount, the exhausted but jubilant victrix treating herself to a tour of the rest of the corners that was still going strong when the broadcast faded to black.